MacDara Conroy’s
review published on
Letterboxd:

Proud Mary feels like part of a series we’ve joined halfway through; the one where the capable, efficient hitwoman is finally humanised by the notion of motherhood. That enough is a burden on Taraji P Henson, who doesn’t get a chance to develop as any kind of character before that socio-culturally conformist gender role is thrust upon her.

There’s an awful lot more than that missing in what plays like a mostly competent but utterly generic action thriller. Opening titles aside, the film’s got no style to it at all; even the score is straight off the rack. (And I say mostly competent: there’s a scene in the third act that’s backlit so harshly the character’s features are rendered invisible; if that was an artistic choice, it was a bad one.)